“Or your inhibitions were lowered and you showed us all what you want deep down.” The pretty blonde leaned in, looking thoughtful. “The last time my brother was in town I didn’t treat him properly. It was a bad time for me. I blamed him for walking away because once Remy’s steady hand wasn’t guiding me, I got very lost. I was an adult and he’s only five years older than me. He’s not my father. Our daddy died when we were in our teens. But I still blamed him for leaving me and Zep behind.”

“My brother raised me.” And he’d been the one who asked Remy to keep the secret. Will was the most important man in her life. Had been the most important man in her life before she’d fallen for that Cajun. What would she have done in his place? Had it started one way and turned out another? She hadn’t gone into the relationship thinking she would fall madly for him. Why should he have done that?

Should he have held his hand out and stated that he couldn’t sleep with her because he had more than one reason to do so? Or had he looked at her and all that mattered was that they both wanted it?

Still, there was that voice in the back of her head telling her she couldn’t be that girl who simply forgave. That girl was a doormat. That girl was the one everyone rolled their eyes over and talked about how she was setting back every woman in the world.

“Then you understand how I feel about Remy,” Seraphina said. “I want him to be happy. I think you make him happy. Oh, not lately. Lately you make him miserable, but the only reason he would be sad is that he loves you and he screwed up. Because if you were the one who’d screwed up and you’d done it honestly, he would have forgiven you. It’s who he is.”

She didn’t like the idea that Remy was some kind of saint. “Like I said, he hurt me. Quite a lot.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been on the other side.”

“What do you mean?”